Look, I'm not going to try to ruin your warm holiday feelings. Suffice it to say, I'm not in your camp this year. At least not yet.
And given that today we're in the midst of an ice storm, and tomorrow we're traveling to America (well known to be the most painful place to get to via air travel, no matter where you're coming from, never mind two days before Xmas), let's just say the Christmas spirit is not infusing me with warm, egg-noggy joy.
Toronto in the winter is one of the drabbest places I have ever been. In case you think I'm lying, we're going on a week of this being the brightest light the day sees:
And this lasts merely from approximately 8:00 till 4:30. It could easily go on this way for 3 weeks. Three slushy, dirty, dark, damp weeks.
Honestly, it's difficult to deal with, especially if the lure of gifts and elves and trees are having no impact.
Here's a shot of my dwarf lavender today:
If the power lasts and the ice turns into rain, that's the best we can hope for (which is quite a lot, actually). I guess I should be grateful that we weren't booked on a flight today.